I'm dead serious. Really.

Hope someone out there in TV land still remembers how to have a sense of humor about all this nonsense. I wonder if ATV rider websites have the same horseshite content?

For the Record, I've been reading the Onion, so that might be a factor. Other good titles I thought of include:

Old Schooler Climbs Crappy, Chossy Route-Thinks Of Clever Name Later

and

Argument Over Correct Color Of Socks to Wear Results in Climber Couple Murder-Suicide

Enjoy. I'm going climbing. Fuck y'all (someone obvioiusly needs to)

I crack myself up -bump-

Hey Killis,

My favorite (actual) title from The Onion, drum roll please:

"Local Idiot To Post Comment On Internet"

Badabing!

Your posts crack me up, Killis. At least you own up to your statements, unlike some others...

do you have any friends Killis?

Aww..is that really all the less talented can muster? You guys are falling off, really.

Marc, I'm right there with you. Have you seen the movie? Classic.

Idiot to some, though to others, the idiots might be those who actually bothered to read/care about/reply to virtually anything I've ever said on here, since it's just a distraction from my lack of friends and fashion sense. I mean, REALLY, ***jeans?!?!?*** That is so 1956, OMG! So let's get back to details of your radge ish sends and how you spotted Joe Kinder once with an $800 pair of binoculars while wearing your Patagucci Uber-Recycled "Fit-In-System" jacket.

I'm sure we're really all quite impressed.

Love and kisses on all the emotional boo-boos that cause you to read the forums in the first place,

Stereotype

Also, research the haters. How long have they been site members? The day after my posting? Hmm. In any case, for future reference, -

This shit is STILL funny to a few of us and gets a lot more hits than the newest Larryneering routes combined.

Take care and enjoy.

You are an eternal fucking tool killis

Does everybody really dislike this guy? Does no one else find him to be a riot? It wouldn't be the first time I've stood alone...

Keep up the good work, Killis. You've got at least one fan. No one else will own up to it though. :)

--Marc

I've been a lurker for over a year, but I've been out drinking all night and I think Killis is hilarious every time I read his posts.

By the way I'm going to clip some bolts at the Monastery tomorrow even though I would prefer to be leading trad, how is the sport climbing at the Monastery?

Marc, I get a lot of personal fan mail, somewhat less of a public back-slapping for limelighting the Lifestyles of the Bitchin' Punters. Our local climbing organization went from scandalized by my possible association with their 'reputation' to high-fiving, once I picked the right idols to topple from the sacred mount. Oddly, old friends who don't climb from back east have googled me and told me I've gotten funnier if longer-winded. Must be something there if they can decipher enough of our lingo to figure out that I'm still baiting the twerps-a local sport where I come from (Bible Belt.)

Back to sharpening my nut tool in the shed and updating the list of people I need to eliminate while listening to "black magic woman" and putting on my lipstick.

It's a lonely existence, but someone's got to do it.

Won Daze in Eldovolvo CannedYam

I can repent a starry who was related to me by a fallow clammer who shall rename anymoose.
It hairpinned won daze in Eldovolvo below the Yellow Spurn on Redgarbled Wall.
I was racked up while I was assembly my gear.
I used to like to get racked up on a bit o hemptuous fibre before I assented.
Out of somewhere comes this dube whoring only a thin bit of spandicks about his delicates.
“Holy mothra of gold,” I expatriated. “I thank you missed the turn for Dream Canyon,” I uddered.
“I’m no gayloaf,” expunged the strangerist, “I yam Crispin Grippit, climber of peculiar merit and legendary porkportions.”
Add hearing this, I was no linger afried of his presents and assed him who in the whirled was he going to clam that day.
I recawled how he assented the blunder problem Million Dullard Spittle on Fagstump, when he was only a chide.
He says he jest famished sallowing own of his owled roots called Lickme, down on the south sides of Rudegarble.
Isn’t Lickme rated five-great?” I inspired.
He says five-great is not sew hard when awl ewe are waited down with is a sock and chump bag of magnauseum carbondale, and then he was oaf.
So I redissected my constipation on my objection, The Yellowed Spore.
When I was jest a a few hamholds up, this homogenous, septicgenarian pushes past saying, “mind if I clam threw?”
It was Latent Core, still clamming well into his moldy years. He was drugging Fat Lament up behind him on a piece of goatline.
Fat was weighted down with a full competent of cramming divorces, called Fiends. I assed what the Fiends were four and he says, “Who him? He’s no fiend, he’s my enema, Latent Corpse! I gave up this dumb spurt ageless ago in flavor of riding sorties, torching marital arts, and playing chest.”
Soon Korn has yanked Lament up out of mine site.
I had loss mine appetite for clamming, not to munchin the Heinous Anus chalklick chick stoolies I had in me pack, so I set one of my five easy pieces, adjusted my headfoams and rapped off to the tuna the old Bitchboys classic, Ba Ba Ba, Ba Bab Horan.
I think I’ll stick to Wide Cuntry, Hair Sweaty or The Bastard Crack across the cannedyam form now on, or perhumps something on upper or lower Penis Wall.

Another class-suck tail from Tome Hasbeen....

Yeah, Lee Smite, Ewe are gutting the hung of it.

I stand core rected
So i edited a misquote i made from memory
I stole waht you stole. Ifrogot from whince ide sawit
isthat wat u ment marc/
thanks for the original link - enjoyed it.

ithought the . was to come upwiht Onion tit les lak:

McCain Blah... Blah... Blahs His Way To The Finish Line.

or

Cam In Mouth Epidemic Spreads.. Moron Page 2